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dilated pupils
by Ava Blui know i seem strained,
the orange popping from around pupils
that know of fire
they've asked for a path to be set
that isn't drowning in weeds,
and i can't see the city signs
when my nails become longer
the hair on the back of your hand will rise
and the chills will cover your spine
i don't dance in anyone's peripheral vision,
a gaze too long will consume the flames
we're juxtaposed between
friend and enemy,
between love and hate
the green in my eyes is turning to mold
and i no longer feel
justified.
05/28/2009 Author's Note: blah
Posted on 05/28/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/29/09 at 08:45 PM It's that third stanza that I seem to keep coming back to. I honestly cannot think of anyone who could conjure up that kind of imagery without sounding like a fourteen-year-old who's more MySpace than human. Not only do you conjure it up and make it brilliant, but you make it absolutely your own. |
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